Spetznaz chose to intervene. Kuznetzov had just kept on hammering away. He had that madness about him .. once his blood was up.
The way Kuznetzov was going they’d be dealing with broken bones .. ribs smashed in .. risk of damage to vital organs. But this black stud was an asset. He had intel. They were going to squeeze it out of him. Good intel bought favours .. certainly a good bonus.
THAT was what this softening-up was about. Not simply beating the fuck out of him .. turning him into mashed potato. Breaking down his trained resistance .. THAT was called for here. Getting through his thick black skull .. telling the sucker he was going to be suffering out of his head .. before they let up .. as long as they had to .. to get out what he knew. So the black sucker knew .. they could dish it out like this .. they could go on forever .. he’d break some time .. everyone did. THAT was what Spetznaz was out to do. Not standing by as Kuznetzov gave in to his madness and beat the life out of his black ass. Spetznaz had stood Kuznetzov down.
Soften the sucker up .. get the intel .. get it straight. Then, Spetznaz had promised .. in order to placate Kuznetzov’s trembling frustration .. THEN Kuznetzov could beat the shit out of the stud. He could test things out, if he wanted .. Spetznaz was OK about letting Kuznetzov see how long the black thought he could keep this up. Keep on at him .. testing Kuznetzov’s stamina against this black’s pig-headedness. Beat the black fucker to death .. if that was what stirred Kuznetzov’s dick. But the intel first.
Spetznaz stood Kuznetzov down.
The black was panting hard as warily he eyed the takeover. Obviously hurting like fuck. Kuznetzov had got through to him alright .. he always did. It was just that the mad sucker had to be watched! A couple of buckets of water had managed to get his black close-cropped head back. Lowered to the floor .. stood in a puddle of water .. dripping off his chin .. his pants sodden. Probably too far gone to think how much he would have loved to get his tongue onto some of that wasted liquid.
Gone .. but not so out of it that he would not now be feeling a queasiness in his guts. Spotting Lagunov, the bare-chested mountainous muscle now stood replacing Kuznetzov, eyeing him over. Time to shake hands with the rhino again.
He was sucking air desperately into that straining black chest .. warily eyeing the devastating brawn eyeing him back. Wary at the thought that Lagunov was stood there .. a mass of brawny bulk .. enormously muscled .. thick beefy power. The black’s chest had to be remembering those chops that sent him careening back. That brute force was simply stood with his arms bulked up, crossed casually over his barrelled chest. Patiently letting the black stud get himself together .. letting his black gaze take in the crippling size of the threat waiting for him. And letting his nerves prickle in his black guts.
Lagunov was waiting patiently .. letting him get his breath. The black was panting light and fast now .. panting only into his upper chest. Kuznetzov ’s punishing blows had done their damage to his ribcage. Breathing in and out was torture for him now. Unlike Kuznetzov’s, though, Lagunov understood the power of psychological threat. Not one for wildly lashing out and taking a prisoner’s breath away .. Lagunov was content to take it slow. Very slow if need be. He was letting the black see the massive size of this threat. Sending the nerves prickling down his spine. Churning the rumblings deep in his gut. The pulse lifting at the reminder of how much body-crippling power a force like Lagunov had thrown at him. And was stood there calmly just to throw the black another ton of bricks. For big brawny Lagunov psychological play too made its mark in breaking down this tough-nut’s stubborn will.